Lottery Update

Apparently Mars has been thinking about this Lotto thing.*

He came up to me today and said, “So…what if we win, but we don’t tell anyone?”

“Not even best friends? I can’t even tell my best friend?”

“Well, best friends are OK.”

Now I’m looking boggle-eyed. “And she tells her husband, who tells his best friend who talks to his wife…” I watched the light come on in his eyes. “Honey, we live in a very small town. We’d be in the newspaper the next day.”

“OK, so we don’t tell our best friends. We just disappear.”

“Would we tell our kids? What if we told Tenor Sensation?”**

He hates losing a debate. Off he went, but I know him. He’s just trying to find a way to win his lottery and keep the secret too. Sigh. Guess I’d better become resigned to having another baby after all. It looks like we’re going to need one since we’ll be living in the minivan soon.

At least it’ll be fun trying for the baby. I just hope he doesn’t blow the money for formula before we replace the minivan for a newer, nicer one with cup holders. I like to keep a drink beside my bed.

*Mars does his best thinking in the shower. I do mine in the car. Wonder what that says about us?
**Note how I cleverly worded this as a question, so he could come to his own conclusion. If I’d stated it as a fact, he would have automatically debated it since it was someone else’s thought. Yes, this is the kind of wisdom 10 years of marriage buys you.